I have always been told that the “Home is the safest place on Earth” but what I have experienced in my own home all these years, proved this statement wrong. I went through hell at my own home in presence of my so called ‘own’ people. My own family member killed my soul and I
तब मैं 8 साल की थी, बहुत ही चंचल और शरारती। हम तीन भाई बहन थे और सब गांव के ही सरकारी स्कूल में पढ़ते थे। दोनों भाई मुझसे बड़े थे और इसीलिए मैं घर में सबकी दुलारी थी। पापा एक छोटी सी फैक्ट्री में मजदूर थे लेकिन हमारा गुजारा जैसे तैसे चल जाता था। अपने घर की चटनी और पड़ोस से मांगी हुई छाछ से हम सब बहुत खुश रहते थे।
मुझे अच्छी तरह से याद है की दिवाली आने वाली थी और हम सब बच्चे अपने हाथों से सजावट का सामान बना रहे थे। मैं भी अपने नन्हे हाथों से मिटटी के टेढ़े मेढ़े दीये बना रही थी, तभी पापा एक चमचमाती साइकिल लेकर आँगन में घुसे। पापा के चेहरे पे एक अलग सी ही ख़ुशी थी, हम सब लपक कर साइकिल के पास पहुंचे और छू कर देखने लगे। पापा ने मुझे उठाया और साइकिल की गद्दी पे बिठाते हुए माँ की तरफ देखकर बोले, “फैक्ट्री के मालिक ने दिवाली बोनस में दी है मेरी मेहनत देखकर, पूरे 2000 रुपए की है”। वो दिवाली का दिन हमारी लिए बहुत ही खास बन चुका था, नई नवेली साइकिल को माँ ने खूब सजाया और मेरे हाथ से लेकर लाल रंग का धागा उसके हैंडल पे बांध दिया।
मैंने पापा को कभी इतना खुश नहीं देखा था, वो रोज़ सुबह उठकर अपनी नई साइकिल को सिद्दत से ऐसे साफ़ करते जैसे वो साइकिल नहीं कोई नायाब हीरा हो। पापा रोज़ राजा की तरह साइकिल पे सवार होकर फैक्ट्री जाने लगे ।
बरसात का मौसम शुरू हुआ और उसके साथ शुरू हुई हमारी हर साल वाली मुसीबत। छत से पानी टपकता और मच्छर हमारे घर को अपना घर बना लेते। मेरे दोनों भाई बीमार हो गए, सरकारी डॉक्टर ने बोला की बरसाती बुखार है जल्द ही ठीक हो जायेगा। उनका बुखार ठीक होते होते पूरा महीना ले गया और साथ ही ले गया हमारे घर की जमा पूंजी जो माँ जैसे तैसे बचाकर रखती थी।
एक रात बहुत देर तक बारिश हुई तोः मुझे टपकती छत ने भिगो दिया और सुबह तक बुखार ने अपने आगोश में ले लिया। माँ मुझे गोद में उठाकर सरकारी अस्पताल लेकर गयी। डॉक्टर ने दवा दी लेकिन बुखार कम नहीं हुआ, जब टेस्ट हुए तोः पता चला की मुझे डेंगू हुआ है। सरकारी डॉक्टर ने बोला की उनके पास डेंगू की पूरी दवा उपलब्ध नहीं है लेकिन माँ मुझे रोज़ गोद में उठा कर अस्पताल ले जाती और जो भी दवा मिलती ले आती। पापा चाह कर भी छुट्टी नहीं ले सकते थे क्योंकि हर छुट्टी का पैसा कटता था और हमे पैसों जरुरत थी, बहुत जरुरत थी।
पूरी दवाई न मिलने से मेरी हालत और बिगड़ती जा रही थी, एक दिन सरकारी डॉक्टर ने माँ से कहा, “अगर डेंगू का पूरा इलाज नहीं मिला तोः ये बच्ची मर जाएगी, इसको प्राइवेट अस्पताल में ले जाकर इंजेक्शन लगवाइए”।
उस दिन हमारे घर में अजीब सा सन्नाटा था, कोई किसी से बात नहीं कर रहा था लेकिन पापा मुझे गला लगा कर बस रोये जा रहे थे। मुझे पता ही नहीं चला की मुझे कब नींद आयी लेकिन जब उठी तोः एक सुन्दर सी नर्स मुस्कराते हुए मेरे सर पे हाथ फेर रही थी, मैं एक अच्छे से अस्पताल में थी।
पापा मुझे गोद में उठाकर घर वापस लाये, मैं ठीक होने लगी थी, लेकिन मुझे पापा की साइकिल कहीं दिखाई नहीं दे रही थी। पापा एक दिन मेरे पास चारपाई पे बैठकर मेरा माथा देख रहे थे गरम है की नहीं तोः मैंने पूछा, “पापा, हमारी साइकिल कहाँ है?” पापा ने उदास होकर बोला, “जब मेरी गुड़िया अस्पताल में थी तोः कोई हमारी साइकिल चोरी करके ले गया”। मुझे बहुत दुःख हुआ, ये सुन कर मेरी आँखों में आंसू आ गए। मेरे आंसू पोंछते हुए पापा ने बोला, “कोई नहीं बेटा, मैं फिर से बहुत मेहनत करूँगा और अगली दिवाली पे हो सकता है मालिक फिर खुश होकर मुझे नई साइकिल दे दे”।
खैर, हमारी जिंदगी फिर से पटरी पे दौड़ने लगी, वो कहते हैं न की गरीब मर तोः सकता है पर रुक नहीं सकता।
मैं फिर से स्कूल जाने लगी और पहले की तरह खूब शरारत करने लगी। एक दिन मैं स्कूल से वापस आ रही थी कि अचानक मुझे एक अधेड़ उम्र का आदमी साइकिल पर आता हुआ दिखाई दिया, मैं उसको देखते ही उसकी तरफ भागी और उसकी साइकिल पकड़कर खड़ी हो गयी, मुझे मेरा लाल रंग का धागा उसके हैंडल पर बंधा हुआ दूर से ही दिख गया था।
वो आदमी लड़खड़ा कर रुका और चिल्लाया, “ऐ लड़की पागल है क्या, अभी चोट लग जाती तो?”। मैंने चीखकर उस आदमी से पूछा, “तुमने हमारी साइकिल क्यों चुराई?”, वो आदमी और भी गुस्से में बोला, “बेवक़ूफ़ चुराई नहीं है, खरीदी है, पूरे 1500 रूपए में”। मैं वहीँ खड़ी रह गयी और उसे दूर जाते हुए देखती रही।
घर गयी तो माँ ने गले से लगाया और पूछा,”आज मेरी गुड़िया इतनी उदास क्यों है?” लेकिन मैंने कुछ नहीं बोला और पापा के आने का इंतज़ार करने लगी। जैसे ही पापा ने दरवाजा खोला, मैं भाग कर उनसे लिपट गयी और ज़ोर ज़ोर से रोने लगी, 8 साल की नन्ही सी उम्र में ही अचानक समझदार सी हो गयी थी, जैसे सब कुछ समझ सी गयी थी मैं, बस लिपट कर रोती रही और एक शब्द भी नहीं बोली। कच्ची उम्र में भी मैं समझ गयी थी की शायद मेरी चुप्पी मेरे पापा का स्वाभिमान बचा कर रख सकती है।
मुझे प्राइवेट अस्पताल ले जाने के लिए पापा ने अपनी जान से प्यारी साइकिल बेच दी थी और किसी को कुछ नहीं बताया था।
आज उस बात को 20 साल हो गए हैं I इन 20 सालों में सब रुक गया है। सरकारी अस्पताल में जाना रुक गया, पडोसी से छाछ मांगना रुक गया, वो छत का टपकता पानी रुक गया, पर नहीं रोक सकी तोः वो आंसू जो आज भी पापा और उनकी साइकिल को याद करके आते हैं…भर-भर के आते हैं.. घंटो तक आते हैं।
I have been doing almost nothing but I have been very busy. Sounds stupid but it’s true. I have been going to the same office and doing same work (which is not much at all) and after office, I have nothing urgent to attend to but I am so busy in my head. All the members of my family and friends keep complaining that I don’t give them as much time as much I used to.
I even can’t pay my bills on time; I keep pushing them to the due date even though I can pay the bills online in just a minute. I am unable to fulfill my interests of designing cloths or jewelry or cooking.
I keep saying it myself that I will do it ‘LATER’.
This ‘LATER’ is killing my life. I have become so busy in doing nothing. Surprisingly, when I looked around, I found that I am not alone who has been suffering from this ‘LATER’ syndrome. In my office, in my friend circle, in my family, there are so many people who are so free yet pretend to be so busy all the time. This weekend I sat down and decided to do something about it.
I realized we have been wasting time in absolutely useless activities and hence running out of usable/useful time of the day. Some of the most frequently attended but useless activities are-
People spend enormous amount of time browsing irrelevant videos on YouTube. Crazy experimental videos caught on cam videos, viral videos, meaningless TikTok videos etc. We genuinely do not want to learn anything from YouTube videos but we love to browse through a few videos each day and kill our precious time. We know that we have to do some meaningful chore but we keep pushing that chore for ‘Later’ stage and wasting time on silly videos become our priority.
- Social Media
We love to peep into the profiles of our friends and not so good friends, just to see what they are up to and whether they are doing better than us in their life or not. Instagram , Twitter and Facebook are the fav platforms where we just love to search through hundreds of pictures of friends, celebrities, makeup artists and bla bla. Rather than utilizing our time in doing something meaningful and important we are more interested in seeing those dresses on Instagram which we actually never gonna wear or even like in real world.
You go back to your home in the evening and pretend to be tired as if you had a very busy day and sit in front of TV to give yourself some relaxing moment after your so called buys day. Does it sound familiar? Of yes it definitely does. We all do that, we just sit in front of TV and keep changing channels but we are not actually interested in watching any of the program, we are just used to killing our precious time. We have become so lazy and unambitious that these activities seem ok and we love to pretend that we are engaged with some activity at least such as watching TV.
- Sitting around
At times we don’t watch any TV, we don’t browse through social media channels or YouTube videos, and we just sit around. Mind is busy in thinking hard about nothing. We just sit for hours and still mind is so busy inside, but none of the thoughts make any sense. We pretend to be thinking/planning some goals or ways to achieve those goals but after a few hours of sitting around, we get up and start doing something else such watching YouTube videos, everything else can be done’ LATER’.
We fail to realize that life is made of days and waste of any day means waste of a portion of that life. We continue to waste no. of days, we continue to waste even larger portion of our life. It’s very simple to understand but then let’s watch some YouTube/TikTok videos because thinking about life can be done LATER!
Exit polls 2019 show that Modi led NDA is back with a majority win in General Election 2019, which seem to be a good sign for the economy and jump in Sensex has indicated the same. But how good is it for Indian women to have Modi government back in power or is it good at all?
Each government promises a lot (actually a hell lot) to please women voters in India but hardly anything is done for women upliftment, women security and safety, girl child education and their financial inclusion. Reservation of 33% women in parliament still seems to be a distant dream.
Irony is that female MPs are also not interested in women related issues. After a rape incident in Dec 2012, which shook the whole world and brought shame to our so called ‘well cultured India’, lots of promises were made and big talk replaced all the national issues but hardly anything concrete has been done ever since.
We need a robust plan and even more robust monitoring system to make sure that the plan gets executed to show results on the ground. Girl child must be supported even before her birth and the support should continue till she becomes financially independent.
Policies should be made to include atleast 40% of females in the work force of this fast growing nation. If we take out the stats of corporate boards, the percentage of female directors/members is significantly less compared to men. Unless women are made part of decision making, change won’t happen and if it will happen it will happen at an alarmingly slow pace.
iChhori urges all the females to raise women related issues and keep sharing them with PMO office or PM app (https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.narendramodiapp&hl=en_IN) so that our voice can be heard. Let’s let Mr Narendra Modi know that females are integral part of society and we need and rather deserve equal amount attention and rights.
Why say the obvious? It’s a world known fact that college life is the best phase of life.
Carefree, stress-free and fun filled days and that too in abundance. Lots of friends, least of budget and still the best of the moments and memories.
But life takes an unexpected turn after college life gets over. While in college, every girl seems to have lot of confidence and even bigger dreams and ambitions of being ‘big in life’ someday. But all this changes and that too in stages. So what are real and drastic changes that the girls face after completing the college?
While they start searching for jobs, that confidence and dream of being big starts shaking. In college, girls get used to get attention but while out in the real world as a job aspirant, they get ignored a lot which they are not used to. This brings their confidence level down to a new low.
At this stage, girls really start thinking about what their professional life will be and how difficult its going to be an achiever among the crowd of professionals. Another realization is that they cannot go in groups like the good old college days. When going for an interview, there are no friends to be with her in transport or during the interview. So she has to manage on her own.
While desperately trying to impress the interviewer, girls also realise that college language which they were famous for is no longer considered as ‘cool’. fuck ya, nope, don giv a damn gets replaced with yes sir, No sir and I will take care of it sir.
After getting a call that you have got the job, the dreams and confidence are again at the highest level, just the way these used to be during college days. But things start looking very different the very first day in office. First realization is that there is no ‘fresher’s welcome’ like college, infact no one seems to be giving any attention. A new girl in office is as lost as a kid on his first day in a theme park.
Lots of questions start bombarding the mind and heart and liver and intestine and what not. Am I looking ok?/is my dress appropriate for the office?/should I just bump into everyone and introduce myself anyway?/how and when will I have my lunch and with whom etc. the list of such questions is endless.
When the seat/work station gets allotted, girl is surrounded by many others but no one actually talks to her. All are busy in their own world. Sitting in an office so quite for 8 hours becomes very difficult especially when the girls are used to college canteen gossip for hours. She also gets uncomfortable from the quality of work point of view. No one is asking her what new she can bring on the table and what new ideas she might have about the work. Office just wants her to act like a machine and keep following the traditional work blindly.
College mates and boyfriends are cool to hang out with because they are immature, pure and childish but innocent kinda guys and more importantly they have time, lots of it. But after joining office life, it’s not the case. The childish boyfriend seems irresponsible now. You feel change in you and hence you expect your partner to change too. If you get non-stop messages during office hours, you will get irritated because everyone sitting around you in office seem so formal and artificially so well behaved.
All of a sudden, the requirement of a cool guy changes into a requirement of a responsible man. And hang on, parents also play their part very well in this. ‘You have graduated, you have got the job, so next step should be obvious, you should settle down now’, does this sound familiar? Oh yes, it does. If you are in any Asian country, this is the usual sentence parents use for their kids post college.
In short, life in real world outside college is very different. It is dynamic yet boring, its routine yet interesting, its artificial yet reality of life. iChhori suggests that you go out there and learn as much as you can. Try, execute, fail and try again with passion. Keep your cool, build your confidence and conquer it!
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I have always been told that the “Home is the safest place on Earth” but what I have experienced in my own home all these years, proved this statement wrong. I went through hell at my own home in presence of my so called ‘own’ people. My own family member killed my soul and I have been dead all through my life. I used to be a happy, chirpy and joyful kid but some incidents changed me into an isolated, grumpy and cantankerous human being.
Let me narrate my real story because I can’t take it anymore and I have to take this heavy burden off my chest.
I was only 12 and the favorite child in my family. I was smart, healthy, humorous and polite kid. At least that’s what I heard from everybody about me then. But things suddenly changed when an uncle of mine came over to our home to stay for a few months. On his very first day of entering our house I got this vibe that he is not a good person. The way he looked at me or rather my private parts made me highly uncomfortable. But he being an elder person and I being a 12 year old kid, I had to pay respect to him. He always looked at my private parts while talking to me, many a times he tried to touch me by showing his affection for me but I abruptly run away from him.
It was 12 February, my birthday. I was very excited and so was my family. My mom told me that after 12th Bday, I would be a powerful girl, it will be a new start f my great life. We all were planning how to celebrate my birthday. My mom and dad left me at home alone to shop for my birthday party. The creepy uncle was not in the town so I was more than excited on my Birthday. It was 2 pm when the doorbell rang; I thought may be some friend of mine is there to wish me Happy Bday so I hurriedly opened the door. To my shock and disappointment, it was the same creepy uncle who appeared after 2 days to surprise me on my birthday.
He came inside and made me sit over his lap. Initially, I thought it was his fatherly love but the moment he got to know that nobody’s home he started kissing me here and there and all over my body. I was obviously feeling very weird but I went numb out of fear. I had no courage to question him about his doings. He started removing his clothes and forced me to remove mine too. He then lowered his underwear and tried to put something inside my vagina. I had no idea what was going on. I kept on kicking and punching him but he was too strong to get hurt from my tender hands. I was only a 12 yr old girl. I kept crying.
He used his force and did something which gave me immense pain and with that pain came in the blood which shook me. I was trembling in pain and fear. But he kept on forcing himself on me and trying to go inside my vagina with that thing, over and over again until he got exhausted. I was lying on the floor naked in pain and agony whereas he was sleeping after doing god knows what. Then in an hour or so when he woke up, he threatened me saying if I tell anyone about this he would kill my entire family. My family was way more valuable and important for me compared to my self-respect so I kept myself quiet throughout these years and this was not the only time I got raped, it went on and on. I lived like a dead body and carried my dead soul all these years. How can someone be so cruel, emotionless and brutal to a kid just to have sexual pleasures?
अगर एक लड़की से पूछा जाये की उसे सबसे ज्यादा कौन सा ख्याल डराता है तो आपके हिसाब से वह ऐसी क्या चीज़ होगी।
ज़िन्दगी छोटी हो लेकिन हसीन होनी चाहिए ये वही ख्याल है जो हम सभी के ज़हन में आता है लेकिन क्या एक लड़की यही सोचती है अपनी ज़िंदगी के बारे में? क्या थोड़ी सी मेहनत उसके जीवन को हसीन बनाने के लिए काफी है। सोच कर देखिये या फिर जी कर देखिये I उसके अस्तिव की खोज उसे कब शुरू करनी थी और उसने कब शुरू की।
” क्या कर लेगी लड़की है?”
लेकिन ये तो सब जानते थे की वो लड़की थी। क्या इससे ज्यादा किसीने जाना? 13 की उम्र में जब सभी किताबो को देखते है तब वो ये सोचती थी की रोटियां कल गोल कैसे बनाउंगी?। क्योकि हार तो उसे यहाँ भी कुबूल न हुई और उसने अच्छी रोटियां बना ही डाली। उसकी गोल रोटी उसकी कुंडली बनती गयी। उसकी काबिलियत स्कूल की रिपोर्ट कार्ड नहीं बल्कि घर में उसके हाथ के चाय पीने वाले बताते थे। अस्तित्व की खोज तो आज भी जारी थी।
एक कमरा जहा 3-4 देवता की तस्वीर थी। पंखा चले न चले, उसके ख्याल हमेशा दौड़ते रहते थे। थकान में जब उसकी नींद उससे पूछती होगी “कैसे किया आज तूने खुद को साबित?” क्या कहा होगा उन आँखों ने। “आज भी मुझे लगा शायद कोई आवाज़ लगा कर कहे देख यही चाहिए था न तुझे मैं तेरे लिए ले आया”
नींद ने फिर पूछा ” तो बता, मिला ऐसा कुछ? उसने कहा नहीं लेकिन आज एक बड़ी अजीब सी बात हुई। घर पर कोई आया और मुझे पराया धन कहा। मैं तो उसकी बात समझ ही नहीं पायी। ये पराया धन क्या होता है? बात गौर करने वाली हैं।
समय के साथ तू कदम उठा, तेरी खोज तू कर,
ज़िन्दगी सबको मौका देती है तू दिखा दे उसे उठ कर।
बाजार में मेला सा लगा था अब हाथ घोड़े से खेलना तो लड़को का काम है यही सिखाया गया था। ध्यान टिका था की कोई बाजार से सुन्दर सुन्दर रंग बिरंगी चुरिया ला दे। माँ पहनती है तो मै भी पहनूंगी। पिताजी कहते है लड़की घर में अच्छी लगती है तो चूड़ी लेने कौन जाये? माँ तो घर से बहार पैर भी नहीं रखती, नहीं नहीं माँ तो रसोई से बहार पैर नहीं रखती। क्या माँ ने कोशिश की होगी अपने अस्तित्व को पहचानने के लिए? क्या उसने कोशिश की अपने पैरो को रसोई से बहार निकालने की? ये सवाल भी तभी पनपा जब बात आर या पार वाली थी।
मेले के शोर में उसके साथ न जाने कितनी आवाज़े दबी होंगी। शिकायत न उसने की न किसी और ने।
बात गौर करने वाली है की,
समय की तू गुलाम नहीं, तू वक्त दे उसको,
कर तपस्या अस्तित्व की, खुदा बना ले खुद को।
हाथो में हल्दी तभी लग गयी थी,वो १६ की उम्र में। माँ ने सिखाई थी जैसे खाने में नमक हल्दी कभी बराबर नहीं होते वैसे ही औरत और मर्द कभी एक बराबर नहीं होते। भाई का बस्ता समेटते समेटते अपनी इक्छाएं समेट ली। किताबे खोल कर देखा तो एहसास हुआ उसको, की अभी एक कदम बाकि रह गया लेकिन कैसे? माँ पिताजी ने तो हर जगह टोका। फिर पढ़ाई कैसे छूट गयी, इसके लिए किसीने क्यों नहीं लगाई डांट? सच का सामना तब हुआ जब माँ ने पीछे से आवाज़ लगाई ” किताबे ही पलटी रहेगी या आकर खाना भी बनाएगी”
ज़िन्दगी का सामना उसने किया है चाहे फल मिले न मिले। नारी की हकीकत उसके सिवा कोई नहीं जान सका। जिसका हक़ है वो न मिले तो कैसा लगता है अपने घर में मौजूद अपनी माँ से पूछो लेकिन यहाँ गौर करने वाली बात ये नहीं सोचो बिना उन चीज़ो के अपना अस्तित्व बनाना कैसा होता होगा। नारी का सम्मान इसलिए ज़रूरी नहीं क्युकी वह नारी है, नारी का सम्मान इसलिए ज़रूरी है क्युकी उसके पास वो नहीं जो तुम्हारे पास है फिर भी वह अपने अस्तित्व की तलाश करती रहती है। iChhori उन सभी नारियो का सम्मान करता है जिन्होंने अपने जीवन को अपने अस्तित्व का पथ बना लिया।
Time lost is lost. These college days and these college festivals will never come back. So why not make a most of it and make them memorable and cherished!
What a fun it would be to spruce up your college fresher party in an organized manner? Here are some tips for latest types of dresses and accessories for girls who are entering college and attending college fresher party.
College days are the days of stylish nomads when our dressing style either makes perfect sense or it makes no sense yet looks cool. We love to try the new things everyday and sometimes want to wear that lazy attitude and try something so not stylish but still very cool. Sometimes weekend sounds so interesting with even boring laboratories formulas. Selecting dress for that special 1 day of college is very difficult task for all the girls.
Don’t worry girls here are some outfits you can try out to look your best in college.
- Jacket Kurtis – pick out bossy adhere jacket Kurtis and pair these jacket Kurtis with khadi or cotton pants or palazzos. Jacket can be opened or closed or can be lacked up as well. If you are the last moment of hurry and don’t have jackets kurti then you can pick straight kurti also.
- Indo-western style- Indo Western style kurti showcase contemporary weaves and traditional craftsmanship such as goti embroidery. You can wear these kurti as the way you like. Wear it with palazzo, denims, leggings and other types of salwar.
- Off shoulder dress- want to look hot this summer? Wear off shoulder dress for your college fresher party and select bright color for the day. Just wear the smile and carry the outfit confidently by wearing denim sinkers or white shoes. Wear a fancy wristwatch and leave the look just as it is.
- Denim forever – wear your old faded denim jeans and get a loose spaghetti top with denim jacket. There is no need to get serious on jewellery but footwear is a serious matter. For a twist wear boat shoes and click on studded metallic wristwatch.
Now you know what to wear and how to wear. Just be ready to handle all the attention you are going to get from college guys!
ध्यान से देखिये इस तस्वीर को, क्या कहना चाहते है ये आपसे? तिरंगे में लिपटे ये वो वीर हैं जिन्होंने जन्म ही इस सम्मान के लिए लिया था। पुलवामा, कश्मीर में हुआ आतंकी हमला जिसमें हमारे 44 जवान शहीद हो गए।
ये चुप रहने वाला मुद्दा नहीं है। RAW के चीफ रह चुके विक्रम सूद ने रविवार को कहा की ये किसी एक आदमी का नहीं, बल्कि एक पुरे गूट या समूह का काम है।
जब उनसे यह पूछा गया की सही जवाबी हमला क्या होना चाहिए तो उनका जवाब था की यह कोई बॉक्सिंग मैच नहीं है जिसमें एक मुक्के के बदले दूसरा मुक्का मारा जाए।
40 जवानो की शहादत और कारण कौन? जैश-ए-मोहम्मद के एक आत्मघाती हमलावर जिसने CRPF से भरी एक बस को 100 किलो विस्फोटक ले जाते हुए एक गाड़ी से टक्कर मारी। इसके साथ ही 2500 जवान जिसे 78 गाड़ियों का काफिला ले कर जा रहा था। आतंकियों की साज़िश पुरे काफिले को ख़त्म करने की थी। हमला इतना घातक था की इसमें कई भारतीय जवान शहीद हो गए।उसके बाद गोलीबारी भी की गई।यह सब एक पूरी साज़िश के तहत किया गया हमला था। हमले की पूरी ज़िम्मेदारी आतंकवादी जैश-ए-मोहम्मद ने लिया जो की एक पाकिस्तानी है।
हमले के बाद पूरा भारत एक स्वर में बोल उठा ” पाकिस्तान को जवाब देना पड़ेगा। इसी सिलसिले में भारत ने अमेरिका, रूस, चीन, Uk , फ्रांस सभी P 5 राष्ट्रों समेत २५ देशो के साथ बैठक में पुलवामा में हुए हमले की जानकारी दी। हमारे विदेश सचिव विजय गोयल ने पाकिस्तान के साथ सभी प्रकार के समर्थनों को समाप्त करने की मांग राखी। LOC पर किया गया सर्जिकल स्ट्राइक के बाद भी पाकिस्तान के नापाक इरादे कम नहीं हुए।
जवाबी रूप में कारवाही हो सकती थी लेकिन उससे पहले ही पुलवामा में आतंकियों और जवानो के बिच मुढभेड़ शुरू हो गया। जिसमें फिर से हमारे 4 जवानो ने अपनी पूरी ताकत लगते हुए भारत माता पर खुद को न्योछावर कर दिया। लेकिन जाते जाते इस हमले के जड़ अर्थात कामरान उर्फ़ गाज़ी रशीद को ख़त्म करते हुए गए। ये भारत उनके इस बलिदान को हमेश याद रखेगा और उन सभी आतंकवादियों को करारा जवाब दिया जाएगा। हम उसी दिन का इंतज़ार करते है जब हमारा देश आतंक मुक्त हो जाएगा।
iChhori सलाम करता है उन जाबाज़ सिपाहियों को जिन्होंने अपने मात्र भूमि के लिए अपने प्राण न्योछावर कर दिए और उफ़ तक नहीं किया। #JaiHind
My real life struggle started when I got divorced. I just could not bear his abuse and domestic violence. I tried to protect my married life but one fine day I gathered all my courage and walked out of his house along with my two kids but no money.
I wanted to start my new life with new city so I boarded a bus to New Delhi. I did not have any money or belongings with me. I was so scared and worried about ‘what will happen next’ and how life would treat me and my little kids. I knew that problems will come running and that too in abundance but I didn’t know that one of them will strike so sudden. The journey I took thinking of my freedom swallowed one of my children as he went missing from the bus.
I was not in my senses for a long time as no police officer was taking serious action towards my situation. I kept running to the police station every now and then to enquire about my missing child but no one was as concerned as I was. Rather police was busy in their usual work of making some extra bucks from the needy ones like me.
One day when I visited police station to enquire about my missing child, I was asked to wait for the whole day and the day turned into night. No one was ready to share the status of missing child probably because they had not even started searching for him. A police officer asked me to leave but I told him that I had no money and no one to look up to. I cried a lot while telling him my whole story. I told him everything because he was the first person who heard me. He offered to help. I was happy that at least someone has got some heart in him. He offered me money but held my hand and said ‘I will give you money, but you also need to give me something in return’, I was shocked. He wanted to sleep with me. I was so broke and helpless that I could not let go of that money. More than his lust, all I could see was the hungry face of my little kid. I took the bait and had to sleep with him for two days.
I felt disgusted and kept crying whole day. But, for a change I was not crying with empty stomach. My kid was smiling after getting some food down his tiny belly. I just kept crying with mixed emotions, I was guilty as a female and I was happy as a mother!
My extreme struggle taught me that I had only one resource and that was my body. For the sake of my child, I decided to use the only resource I had and life jumped onto the circumference of that vicious circle.
Those people, who never came forward to help me out in my struggle, started judging me. But, was I wrong? Even I do not know whether I was wrong or not, only thing I know is that the only thing which gave me support and helped me fill my empty belly was my body. And I have no shame in talking about it, why shouldn’t I? Should I take moral lecture from those who used me? I guess not, I am not that cheap. Unlike those people, I might have sold my body but not my soul!
Nobody knows what is going to happen in next second but we often assume things to be normal. One day I assumed that it is going to be the best day of my life because I am going to meet my biggest inspiration SHAKTI MOHAN.
I got to know about her event a night before and in the morning I am all packed up to meet her in person. The funniest part is that I woke up before my alarm today and on that matter of fact mom says while seeing me awake “I wish you could do this more often, to save your ruined life”. I ignore her sweet and bitter dose and rush to leave for the event.
Kavya (my best friend) is waiting for me downstairs who is guiding Ola driver to reach the pick up location and I, meanwhile is lacing up my shoes. Sunglasses check, outfit check, hands free check, gift for my lady check, oh now I am all set to rock the dance floor, flipping my hair. That we leave for the event my heart beats are increasing with the decreasing distance of the destined location. It is a day I have been waiting for so long and I waiting for my kind of a dream to come true. There is not even a single second that I have not thought about her. We reach the drop location and I feel that it took us no time to reach here perhaps I am wrong as I am not in my senses.
The event has started already and I get my breath back when I get to know that SHAKTI MOHAN is not here yet. So, after waiting for an hour or two, I finally get to meet her and besides, I get to share same stage with her which is no less than a miracle for me. She is such a beautiful soul and I can’t deny that I was on the cloud nine at that time. I hug her and tell her how much I respect her struggle. I tell her “She is a perfect example all the women can look upto” So it is actually a grand moment for me which I am going to cherish throughout my life. After the end of the event Kavya and I both agree to go back by metro which is kind of a fun ride for us as for many others in Delhi. So we board the metro. I am feeling totally high and Kavya is poking me for behaving insanely in metro. We are actually laughing a lot and our station (Rajiv Chowk) is about to arrive. So we, with the rest of the crowd approach the exit door to get down. Metro gets slow, Kavya is standing beside me and she does not look comfortable but I ignore it because I am in my own world of excitement after meeting Shakti Mohan.
When we start getting off the metro, suddenly Kavya screams at a guy and tells me “this guy grabbed and pinched my butt, that too 2-3 times.” It made both of us so furious that we both kick that guy in front of crowd and hand him over to the security force (CRPF) to take rest of the action.
You see, how abruptly things change and some cheap guy just ruin your day. A disgusting move by a guy has made so big difference to our day. The incident has put off our moods. These kinda cheap people do not have any idea what a dignity of girl means. To them girl is just a meaningless, valueless object who they can feel, touch and abuse whenever they feel like. I wonder what happiness do they get out of these disgusting acts?
Some days we really want to CARPE DIEM irrespective of its consequences. This day is one of them. After break up, it is my first morning. Bit sad but full of freedom. Crying on the night of break up is kind of ritual isn’t it? Well I followed it religiously and am feeling all relaxed after successfully completing the traditional break up process. Now the next step is to catch up with my girls for our own girly chit chat. I wake myself up and take hold of my phone to text all my girlfriends/ sakhi saheliyan. Suddenly, mom enters with my bed tea along with her refreshing taunt “Make your phone your boyfriend”. Actually, that taunt is more like a slap on my wrong choices of boyfriends. I am imagining mom with that thug style goggles and cigar after her pro level punchline.
I am basically on a hunt for some hot boys now and it’s been so long that I haven’t flirted with one. The search is too long that it is evening from morning and I am successfully getting failed so I decide to meet my best friend Kavya. She is the only one who is able to take care of my after break up tantrums and mood swings.
Guess what? Her cousin from London is visiting her and I am invited to meet him, which is no less of an opportunity for my broken heart to get repaired again! Besides, he is so hot and the moment we met, that real game of eye contact has started already. He comes bit closer and talks to me. He is been talking and my eyes are all over him, his moving lips, his eyes, his smile and his cheek bones. Everything about him was so good. He seemed not only attractive but also a very decent and intelligent guy. A part of me wanted to ask for his phone number buy I am bit shy to ask for it. So I leave it the way it is and head back home bare hands.
I knew mom would again serve her thug style taunt and while opening the door, she throws her ever sweet line at me, ‘oh, you came too early’/’Thoda aur late aate beta’ and I am like, mom please, not today. Irritated I entered my room but it took no time to cheer up seeing notification in phone that Kavya tagged me in a pic on Instagram. I knew, she would have tagged Kunal (her cousin) as well. I know of his Instagram account now but the problem now is whether I send him the follow request or wait for his request? After waiting for a while I sent him the request (I know, it just happened!).
Only I know, how happy I was but who knew it wouldn’t last that long. I message him, ‘Hi’ and the conversation starts. As imagined, he seemed like a nice guy and kind of gentleman as well. But few hours into chit chat and it starts showing who he really was. First he says “I just noticed something in you and I am sorry for doing that”, I ask him what is it? He says “it is nothing, just leave it.” So I get even more curious about what he s noticed about me in such a short while. He creates suspense just to force me to ask him repeatedly, and stupidly I did exactly that.
After all, he replies, ‘you have really good tits and ass’. I am shocked and blank!
A supposedly decent guy and a gentleman just turned into a very disrespectful and ill-mannered male. Nobody ever talked to me like this and he doesn’t stop just there. You know what next thing he asked me for? He says, ‘I want you to send me your nudes’. It shook me up, how can somebody, whom I know only for like past 4 hours can ask me for my nudes? I obviously say ‘NO’ to him. And he sums it up by saying, ‘you are a whore!’ He ridiculed me for the things I didn’t do.
For an instance I started doubting myself, am I a whore just because I wanted to chat with a nice guy and tried to get to know him, just because he seemed nice and decent? His 5 minutes online chat made me feel disgusted. I deleted my Insta account out of frustration. I decided to keep away from so called ‘seemingly decent’ guys.
But it still makes me wonder why it is so hard for males to accept NO from a female? Is it an insult to their masculinity? Or they are just not used to it? They have been doing whatever they ever wanted for ages and a female saying NO to their disgusted fantasies is a blow to their ego. Well, sooner or later they will have to understand that a female is not a product which they can use at their will, female also carries a heart inside which beats and beats for all the right reasons. I appeal to all male population of the world that they better take a big size print out of ‘NO MEANS NO’ and paste on the their main door, when they leave the house, they read it out loud and then face the females outside!
There is no doubt that in the modern times of rapidly growing India, females are leaving any stone unturned to make their strong presence felt.
On the 70th Republic Day of India (#RepublicDay2019), where the world waits to witness the Indian prowess, Lieutenant Bhavana Kasturi became the first woman to lead all-men contingent in the parade at Rajpath.
Whole world watched the women officers of Indian defence doing all sorts of dare devil stunts confidently while they were being part of the Republic Day parade of the largest democracy of the World. The kind of stunts they pulled off before the millions of cheering audience, were definitely not meant for faint hearted. Captain Shikha Surbhi of Indian Army signaled Corps performing a standing salute on a moving motorcycle.
Not only on Republic Day, but also on daily basis, it can be seen that women have equalled or even out performed men in many areas of work. Gone are the days when women used to ask for equal rights, they don’t need to any more. They have made it ‘obvious’ that women are accountable for at least 50% growth of the world if not more.
On one side women have been taking care of their kids at home while on the other side they have been responsible for key missions of NASA. They cook for the family out of love and also run the chain of 5 star hotels out of passion. They give bath to their little babies and dive 700 ft deep in Arctic Ocean. There is no limit which women have not already touched but who is stopping at that? Who says sky is the limit, at least not for today’s women anymore!
Waking up to this day is no less than a nightmare to me. I am expecting something terrible unwrapping this day and my gut feeling is very strong about ‘disaster on the way’. I am eating my breakfast with such wrong vibes that fruit jam tastes like bitter gourd to me. I don’t want to leave home today but calculating my leaves per month is forcing me to take my ass off the chair.
Missing two metro trains in one go is another omen for me that I shouldn’t take trains, I should rather use some other means of transport. So I choose to walk because office is not that far from my place. Although it is 10 o’clock in the morning but I hardly am able to see people because in winter people love to remain under cosy blanket instead of going out in the cold.
While walking I am in my own world of observing nature, chirping of birds, slightly visible rays of sun and scattering of moist fog, Suddenly, I notice a guy under a shady tree whose piercing eyes are more onto my private parts than my face, the distance between him and me is not that far. Now, you can’t blame my dress as I am not exposing even my face because of the cold weather. Ignoring him, I try to rush but suddenly I hear a voice of ‘CHIIIICCHHIIICH, Heyy..’ and my eyes followed the voice. I just look at him casually because it is not the first time that I have been teased by boys on the road. But he looked different than others, the way he was looking at me made me feel like I was an eatable item. He had a smile full of disgust on his face, and he was shaking and making vulgar gestures, I look at him carefully and get shaken up inside, the guy is MASTURBATING. I am in a GREAT shock! WTF just happened!
I am trembling in fear and unimaginable shock. I just wanna run away from that place but foggy weather and seeing no one around on the road, makes me scared even more.
I gather myself somehow and start walking as fast as I could. His disgusting act made me feel like I am not a human being, anyone can ignore me, and anyone can use me against my will and won’t even bother about how I feel about it.
How filthy, disgusting, inhuman and immoral it is. How can anyone even do such a thing? I am so much shaken up inside, my mind is too busy trying to clear that filth out of my mind but I remain silent whole day, not even a word about it or anything else. I just cannot talk, my mouth is locked!
I want to take some strong action against it but I can’t. I am scared of people judging me or rather holding me responsible for this incident. But for how long girls will have to bear this non sense? What else do we have to do to prove that we are also human beings? How do we convince them that we have a soul and it gets hurt too?
We all have to rise up and make a noise, a big massive loud shout about it. Let everyone hear for once and all that we are human beings and we need to be treated like humans! #WhyShouldiShutUp.
“No mom I don’t wanna go anywhere, it’s Saturday and I wanna sleep a little more.” UUURRGGHHHH! Guyz who needs to set an alarm when you have your mom in its disguise? Still shouting at me so that I can take my ass off the bed but I, like always wanting those essential 5 more minutes. It was kinda good morning for me because for a school going kid nothing is better than a morning sleep. After leaving the bed I got to know that we were going to my aunt’s place and going to have a really nice lunch there. For that mouth-watering feeling, I got ready really quick so that we can leave as early as possible.
My mother, brother and I are now leaving for the whole day enjoyment and fun. We wait for personal auto rickshaw but at last waiting for too long forced us to take sharing auto. Mom and I sat together at one side of the sharing auto and bro sat at the other side with other two male passengers. You must be wondering why am I so concerned about mentioning the gender of the co-passengers, let me tell you the incident takes place because of them being a male. I am in a very jolly mood and waiting for the day to show me abruptly what is there in the treasure for me but I didn’t know that an incident is going to happen which would shake me up for years. Being a teenage girl and not facing any harassment is the only thing I believe is IMPOSSIBLE.
I am enjoying the nature outside but suddenly I feel something touched my feet. After few seconds I noticed that a guy sitting in front is touching my feet on purpose. I feel uncomfortable, it never happened with me so I am totally blank. I want to share it with mom right away but I am unable to even speak. He touches it again and I am searching for a place to keep my feet far from him but unable to keep it away as you know how small sharing autos are. I, spreading the corners of my eyes while looking at him to threaten him but in reply he still gives me a wink and a kiss.
I desperately want to get down from auto rickshaw ASAP. I was scared that while getting down, he might grope me and the same thing happened. Auto halts for us to get down and when my turn comes to get up, he gropes my buttocks with his filthy hand. His smile was the most disgusting expression I had seen in all my teenage years. He touched my ass as if it belonged to him. Nobody knows what happened in the auto, only me and that guy. I was so confused, scared and was shivering with some kind of unknown fear, at least unknown till that moment of disgust.
I was just a happy going, chirpy, innocent teenage girl. That incident made me very silent and sad for days. It may vanish from his mind in no day but this is going to be with me forever. Silently, I cried for days and months and nobody knows. The irony is nobody even cares even if they notice anything of this sort. I couldn’t come out of that feeling of being used and feeling of being a non-human being to that co-passenger. I will have to fight my own battle. A battle which I didn’t even know that I would have to fight ever in my life. But I will and I will destroy the feeling of disgust and will come out of it like a warrior!
Don’t sit that way you look like a slut! Don’t raise your voice apparently you are a girl! Soften your voice is what you need to prefer! As being a girl is actually a kalank!
Short hair doesn’t go with you because you are categorized under long hair column. Even your Baal katne wala will tell you at certain age that you need to grow your hair because that is a symbol of your being. Categorization is such a thing bruh! And the vital role in categorization has always been given to that corner waali chaar aunty with whom we have NOT met in our life till yet and the irony is NEVER will take the place of Not certainly. Believe me those aunties do exist but in our parents’ mentality.
LOG KYA KAHENGE!!
These are those LOG with whom we are not accustomed to and I think they exist only to ruin our life in their style. Mother and Father, they all are trapped in this net spread by these LOG and they together take the theka of our Life (how cool is that). And their tag line is “BETA TUMHARE BHALE KE LIYE HAI” (Haha)
You are born only to be dependent. INDEPENDENCE has to be a word that exists only in your dictionary and nowhere else because if it does, then again you will be termed as slut, prostitute, whore and what not babe!
You are not supposed to show your bra strap, it is only allowed to boys to show their body parts and prove they are macho. Whoops!
I guess ‘Agle janam mohe bitiya na Kijo’ is what we are going to die with and society will give no shit about it.
So at last I beg society to have mercy on me, I hope you are not angry if I disagree.